July 21, 2016
Bill's favorite story goes something like: "On a mountaintop, a girl with long hair weeps and weeps, crying out for a cloud that she saw when she was young. Now, this cloud appeared on the day that her parents were buried. This cloud was extra fluffy, had a smile (she swears), and glided left and right the whole morning for her to watch. She has since believed that the cloud was trying to befriend and comfort her. The girl's relatives tried to tell her the cloud isn't coming back. Clouds don't do that, no. But she believed and it did."